Stephen King for The New Yorker
Accept no other…The New Yorker Fiction Continue reading Stephen King for The New Yorker
Accept no other…The New Yorker Fiction Continue reading Stephen King for The New Yorker
Yes. It is indeed a Simpson’s reference. The parallel is of course that if I don’t vent some frustration I am going to explode! AAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! If I was ten years younger I would go out get drunk and sleep with somebody inappropriate just to jerk myself back down to earth. Or move house/town. Being ten years older my options are knitting, making soup and freezing it in handy portion size containers or properly filing my tax returns. I suppose I could go for a run. Good grief. And shit; I can’t even knit. Note to self, learn knitting. Continue reading Vent gas to avoid nuclear explosion